Jack couldn’t sleep. He sighed as he rolled over to look at the clock which read 2:30 am. I’ve got to get to sleep he thought. I have a meeting in a few hours. He rolled back over and laid flat on his back. Somehow counting sheep seemed boring, yet not sleep inducing.

With his eyes closed, Jack began to imagine hundreds of sheep roaming around a hillside. Little Bo Peep dressed in ruffles standing in the center counting their bobbing heads. This isn’t helping he thought. Perhaps if it was Mr. Beau Peep he wondered. The image in Jack’s head suddenly switched. He was imagining a man whose muscles rippled under shirt. He was the tall dark and handsome prince charming of every fairy tale. Jacks smiled broadly as he suddenly was there with Mr. Beau Peep, counting the bobbing heads, working close together. Jack felt himself relax. He knew sleep was coming soon. He rolled over one last time and gently kissed his wife good night.